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“They’re having a party at the Turtle Creek Mansion
Restaurant this weekend. You should go and meet with
them.”
    “ Hey, maybe I should meet
with them as well,” Adam voiced, easing in between Hayden and
Madison. “It could help me with my final design.”
    Hayden smirked, sensing Adam’s
jealousy. “All right. It’s formal. You’ll need a
tuxedo.”
    Adam pulled at his tie. “I have
one.”
    When Hayden turned to Madison, she
cringed, knowing what he was going to ask. “Do you have a
gown?”
    She held her head up confidently and
smiled. “Sure,” she lied.
    As they climbed into the back of the
Town Car, Madison’s excitement about the coming project faded
beneath her troubled thoughts.
    Where in the hell am I
going to get a fancy gown?

Chapter 4
     
    “ But you don’t own a gown,”
Charlie lamented later that evening. “You can’t afford something
like that, Mads. You could barely afford your bridesmaid dress. Why
didn’t you tell him the truth?”
    Madison stood behind the counter in
the kitchen, holding up a saucepan of macaroni and cheese while
Michael Bublé crooned “Feelin’ Good” in the background. “What else
was I supposed to do, Charlie? That scrawny ass-kisser, Adam, was
telling him he had a tuxedo, and then the man turned to me and I…I
couldn’t tell him I don’t own a gown, let alone can’t afford to buy
one.”
    Charlie waved a frustrated hand in the
air. “Is that why we are listening to this song? You always play
this when you’re upset.” She marched over to the CD player by the
television and turned off the music.
    Madison shoved a wooden spoon filled
with cheese-covered macaroni into her mouth. “Maybe I could wear
your bridesmaid dress to the party,” she mumbled with a mouthful of
food.
    “ You can’t wear that
hideous teal and chocolate disaster to your fancy party. They won’t
let you in the door in that thing.”
    “ I’ve got to find
something. I need to go to this, Charlie.”
    Charlie pointed to the saucepan in
Madison’s hand. “So what are you doing, stress eating because you
don’t have a fancy dress for the ball, Cinderella?”
    “ Better than stress
drinking,” Madison replied, carrying the saucepan to the breakfast
counter.
    “ Nothing is better than
stress drinking,” Charlie reasoned, pulling out one of the wooden
barstools next to the bar.
    “ Well, I would be drinking,
but we finished up the wine last night when I was stress drinking
because I discovered my boss might be that guy from the
bar.”
    “ And how is that working
for you? Did you ask him about it?”
    Madison dropped the wooden spoon into
the saucepan. “No. When he took us to check out that lot, and we
were standing there by the creek, alone, I almost did say something
about it, but then Adam appeared. Today, I could have sworn it was
him. He even has the same laugh.”
    “ You need to talk to him,
Mads.” She pointed to the saucepan full of mac and cheese. “If you
don’t, you’ll end up weighing two hundred pounds and you’ll never
catch a husband.”
    “ I don’t want to catch a
husband, Charlie. I want to fall in love.”
    Charlie reached for the saucepan.
“You’re already in love, Mads. With the guy you met that night in
the bar. If you ask me, you’ve been crazy about him ever since.”
She lifted the wooden spoon, shoveling the macaroni into her
mouth.
    “ And now he might be my
boss.” Madison slapped her hand down on the countertop. “Who’ll
probably fire me after he sees my design.”
    “ Any idea what kind of
house you’re going to draw?” Charlie asked, digging into the
saucepan for more mac and cheese.
    “ I’m not good with houses,
Charlie. In school I was always better with big buildings that had
lots of light and windows. I could never get the feel for
houses.”
    Charlie tossed the wooden spoon into
the macaroni. “Now you’ve got me eating this crap, and I’ve got a
wedding dress to fit into.” Glancing over at her friend,